Month: November 2023

That bright blue skyMust hit every eyeWith a slightly different blue Who would’ve thought that my shade of blue,Wouldn’t be shared with you? Who’ve known one day my blueMight be faded or grey-scaled,Covered from view. Who will tell me if my eyes are wrong?How can I trust them blindly still,For how much longer will I play…

Like a graceful swan’s neck,it stands in an arch of white A clear centrepiece,a strong witness I could get used to seeing the world one sill at a time,bordered with white trim If it could talk,how it’d delight a crowd!The stories ofour bay window. It’d tell you about evening chaiand produce bits of Aloo Bhujia…